Licked by Brooke Blaine
Date of Publication: November 11, 2015
As the owner of Licked, an eclectic ice creamery and bar, Ryleigh Phillips doesn't have time for that love stuff. Serving up Nibble My Nuts sundaes and Drunken Sailor boozy shakes are as close to an orgasmic affair as she's had in months thanks to her expanding empire—until the night of her ten-year high school reunion.
When Ryleigh's crush, gorgeous ex-football god Cameron Mathis, comes streaking into her life (literally—streaking), she begins to wonder if she really can have it all.
Wouldn't it just figure that the moment you think life is perfect is when it falls spectacularly apart?
Enter Hunter Morgan, the contractor in charge of Licked's renovations. Devastatingly handsome, and a smartass to boot, he's got his eyes on Ryleigh from the moment he finds her passed out on his couch (yeah, that's a long story). There's just one tiny complication—he happens to be Cameron's best friend.
When the lines between relationships and friendships blur, and it's impossible to choose between two delicious flavors, what's a girl to do? Taste a sample of each? Or go out and get LICKED?
About Brooke Blaine
You could say Brooke Blaine was a book-a-holic from the time she knew how to read; she used to tell her mother that curling up with one at 4 a.m. before elementary school was her ‘quiet time.' Not much has changed except for the espresso I.V. pump she now carries around and the size of her onesie pajamas.
Flash Point is Brooke's debut solo novel, and she is the co-author of the erotic serial, A Desperate Man, with Ella Frank. The latter has scarred her conservative southern family for life, bless their hearts. Licked, a romantic comedy, will be released on November 11th, 2015.
If you'd like to get in touch with her, she's easy to find - just keep an ear out for the Rick Astley ringtone that's dominated her cell phone for ten years.
*** ARC provided to Bayou Book Junkie in exchange for a fair and honest review. ***
Ryleigh Phillips is the owner of a rather original ice creamery and bar, she's almost as original as her business, too. She hasn't been too lucky in love, but hey, she has great friends and her shop is doing awesome. She's not that happy about going to her high school's 10-year reunion and almost makes an escape until she finds herself in a rather... ahem, compromising situation with her high school crush, Cameron Mathis, who is about as hot and perfect now as he seemed to be back when they were still in school and plus, he seems interested in Ryleigh, too. So everything should be good and their path to HEA should go easy peasy, shouldn't it? What Ryleigh didn't count on is the attraction she feels when she meets Cameron's best friend and roommate, Hunter, and since he'll be in charge of Licked's expansion after her former contractor messed up the job, they'll be working very close. Who will she choose, the too good to be true Cameron or the equally dreamy Hunter?
I adored this story to bits! It's a rom-com, and I just loved Ryleigh. She's fun, self-deprecating, hard-working and above all, very real and likeable, and has an amazing group of friends that support her in all kinds of endeavors. Both Cameron and Hunter were awesome in their roles and I just adored that Ryleigh ends up choosing my favorite of the two. (Not saying who she chooses, but really, from the moment they share a scene, the attraction between them was undeniable and burned so damn hot! *fans self*) I'm very interested in reading the other books in this series that will follow each of Ryleigh's friends and hopefully we'll get to read how Ryleigh and her leading man are doing there.
Rating: 5 Ice Cream Licking Stars!!!
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I tugged at the edge of my apron in an attempt to avoid the three pairs of eyes staring bug-eyed at me. "And then he walked me to my car."
"And then you…?" Shayne asked.
"Went home," I said.
"Wait a minute, can we talk about the fact that he made you sleep on his couch?" Paige's eyebrows were raised up to practically her hairline. "I'm sorry, but in what fucking universe is that acceptable? Why didn't you call Quinn to pick you up?"
"He didn't make me, geez. He passed out and it was late, and I thought maybe…you know. Morning sex."
Shayne cocked an eyebrow. "And did that happen?"
"Well, no. Hunter made me coffee, and then Cameron woke up and…that's it."
"Wait," Quinn interrupted. "You slept in an apartment with two guys and both of them had you sleeping on the couch? Jesus, Ryleigh, it's against man-code for that to happen. Did you wear a chastity belt last night or something?"
I groaned, my head falling into my hands. Of course the girls would give me a hard time. I'd been talking up tackling Cameron at the reunion for weeks, so my body wasn't the only one feeling let down.
Still, I was seriously regretting inviting them over for a powwow at my shop during our off hours.
"I think I need another shot of vodka in my Feisty Ho-bag now." Paige pushed her glass stemware toward me, and I grabbed a liquor bottle from behind the bar and tipped some into her glass.
Boozy shakes. They were the bread and butter of Licked during the brunch and evening hours, and the main reason for the expansion next door. I glanced at the black tarp hanging over the doorway that led to the space I'd bought a few months ago and sighed. Construction was running behind, and it was too late to hire another company if I wanted to keep the launch date set.
And I had to keep the date set.
"So are you seeing him again?" Shayne asked, dunking her cherry through the layers of baklava bits and whipped cream on top of her Nibble My Nuts shake. "I will totally get involved if I need to."
No doubt she'd be successful. She basically ran one of the top matchmaking companies in the city, not that you'd know it from her degrading pay scale. Her boss was a fucking nightmare, but Shayne was convinced she had to pay her dues.
"I don't need your expert skills this time, but thank you. He's got my number, so…we'll see."
"You can't just wait around for a guy to call," she said.
"I'm not waiting. I've got all that"—I gestured to the ugly tarp that hid the mess behind it—"to deal with, so I'm actually quite busy at the moment."
The three of them gave each other "the look." You know, the one that said, We've got to help our poor little friend get laid so she doesn't end up gorging on the ice cream and boozy shakes she makes and be relegated to spinsterhood.
"Guys," I said, placing my hands on the counter as I stood in front of them. "I'm not on my way to spinsterhood. I just have priorities."
"I'm sure you could squeeze Cameron Mathis in," Quinn said with a wink. "Get it? Squeeze him in…"
"More like blow off the dust, grab a key, unlock that shit, and pray there are no bats," Paige agreed.
Oh for fuck's sake. "All right, no more booze for either of you."